spring has come

It was a very warm day. A small yellow crocus in my daughter's garden　came out in this warm weather.

It was still a bud yesterday. The bud opened today! I wished I could have seen the very moment it burst out.

The crocus got smaller than last year. I'm afraid my daughter did not put fertilizer on the soil before winter came.

The flower language of a crocus is---
'joy of youth' and 'an earnest desire'.